Anonymous said: If you're still taking prompts, Jemma gets drunk, and confesses her feelings for Skye in front of the whole team.

It was a surprising Friday in the bus for Skye. After dinner, Coulson, May, and Ward had decided to take a moment and pull out the scotch from the cabinet and sit down in the living room for a relaxing chat. For Skye, it was really awesome as they exchanged old stories of mishaps and accidents during missions.

The only thing out of the ordinary was FitzSimmons deciding that they were heading to the bar. More like, Fitz was extremely insistent that Simmons were to go.

It was interesting really that Fitz pressed her to go to the bar. Simmons did seem a little off of her game as of recent. Maybe he was just trying to loosen her up.

While Ward was in the middle of his most recent mission before he was chosen for the team, there was a loud clatter in the kitchen. All of them turned to the sound. May had her hand on her gun when giggling erupted thereafter.

All of them were about to get up when Jemma ran into the room and didn't stop quickly enough that she ran into the bar.

"Jemma!" Skye yelled as she shot out of the couch.

"I am quite alfight. Quite alright—" Jemma slurred as she pushed herself up. Skye's hands hovered around her. The scientist got up to steady herself on a bar stool when she fell again with a thud.

"Yuuup, she's drunk," Ward said heavily as he pushed himself off of the couch.

"Hey, there," Skye said gently trying not to laugh. She tried picking up Jemma up but the girl was practically dead weight. Luckily, Ward had been there to help steady the scientist and put her on the stool,

Jemma seemed relatively conscious as she stared around the room with squinty eyes. "Oh allo there, Agernt Wahd," Jemma greeted with a giggle, her English accent stronger than ever. "I came in eere lookin' fir Skye. 'ave you seen 'er?" She swayed in her seat.

The hacker immediately responded, "Hey, Jemma, I'm right here. What's up?"

Jemma turned to the sound of Skye's voice and smiled brightly as her eyes squinted to see the girl.

"Wait, is everyone here?" Jemma whispered as she pulled Skye in.

"Uh, yeah," Skye said in confusion as she looked at the rest of the team.

"Where is Fitz?" May asked as she looked over at Coulson.

They all looked around briefly before Skye asked Jemma.

"Hmm, I am not sure…"

"I'm right here!" Fitz's voice came suddenly. They all turned to see him rush in with a bottle of water and a bucket in his arms. He plopped the bucket right in front of the scientist and opened up the bottle of water for his partner. "Here, drink some."

"Oh water!" Jemma exclaimed with excitement as she took the bottle. She drank it in huge gulps before she started coughing.

"Easy there tiger," Ward said as he took the bottle away and patted her on the back gently.

"Why don't we get her to bed?" Coulson insisted as he and May stood up.

"How much did she drink?" Skye asked almost furious as she glared at Fitz, who seemed relatively sober.

"Hmm…a little bit," Fitz fibbed before Ward put his hand on the back of his neck. "Okay, a lot. Like a half a dozen of shots of tequila? A couple glasses of black label? Eh…Jem wasn't always good at drinking when we were in school."

"Why did you let her drink so much?" Skye reached out to punch Fitz in the shoulder as Jemma fell comfortably against Skye's chest.

"Mmm," Jemma groaned as she nuzzled into Skye. "Please don't yell at him." She picked up her head slowly and it lolled to the side. "I just needed some courage."

"Courage?" Skye asked carefully as she cupped Jemma's cheek.

"Ah yes!" The scientist bursted. Her eyes were wide open for a moment and she sought Skye's again. "Skye? I just really, really wanted to tell you something. Something of the utmost importance."

Skye suddenly felt her face warm as Jemma looked directly into her eyes. She felt so exposed.

"Skye?"

And just like that, it suddenly felt like they were alone in the room. The English accent sounded softer than before.

"Darling, I just wanted to let you know that you are amazing. That despite your questionable track record, there is so much good in you. You are so smart, amazing, witty. God..I wish there was a way that you could really believe that. But, I want to be the one. I want to tell you that I want to be the one that let's you know that every day. Every minute. You are amazing. You are so beautiful. I really, really care about you." Jemma suddenly paused and Skye thought she was done.

It was strange for Skye to hear someone speak to her so gently, so caringly. Her heart warmed at Jemma's words. As she opened her mouth to say something, Jemma shook her head and continued.

"And I've always hoped that we could be friends, but I know that I will love you. I will love you in a way you deserved to be loved. So that everyday you will know it, Skye. You deserve to be loved."

Skye's jaw dropped at the declaration. No one had ever once made such a heavy declaration. Jemma stared up at the hacker with a smile on her face and reached up to cup Skye's cheeks. Skye could feel tears welling up in her eyes, but Jemma's thumbs brushed them away.

Jemma leaned up and pressed her lips gently against Skye's. The kiss was too quick for Skye to process it, but it was the most gentle of kisses that Skye had ever felt.

"Ahem."

The hacker blinked before looking around. She had forgotten about were they were. The team was staring at the pair with different expressions, but all of them came down to averting their eyes.

Skye didn't know what to say to them. What could she say? Jemma had just confessed her love—-

"I don't feel so well," Jemma groaned as she held her stomach. She paled.

"I've got you!" Fitz said as he picks up the trash can and Jemma immediately grabbed it.

A loud retching followed causing everyone in the room to cringe in disgust.

Jemma spat out the last of her vomit before slowly picking up her head. "God, I feel awful," she grumbled before her head fell the sound of her vomiting filled the room again. Both Fitz and Ward completely removed themselves from Jemma's vicinity. Fitz reached over and patted Skye's back.

"Oh seriously?" Skye asks incredulously, knowing it was suddenly her responsibility.

Everyone seemed to make moves to clear the room. May was last to leave and all she could do as she walked by was say, "Let's hope that she remembers what she says in the morning."